Travels, travails, and stories in Korea and elsewhere — "Been inclined to wander / Off the beaten track …. I've held my licence / It came with birth / For self reliance on this earth" – Judas Priest, "Grinder"

My vice principal keeps an open door policy, and not just the figurative idea of always being available: His office door is literally open all the time. This would make no matter if his office wasn’t part of the larger 교무실 (teachers office), but it does because his open door does us no favors during the winter. All the combined hot air of the teachers room’s three overhead heaters goes to waste thanks to his negligently leaving the door open all day, thereby letting the frigid winter air waft its way into the room and keep us all in a state of refrigeration. As Korean schools don’t usually have central heating and Koreans usually keep the outside doors of the schools open (at least in the country) for “airflow,” the schools are basically cold all the frakkin’ time. One of the outside doors sits not 20 feet from the VP’s door. Whether he likes to keep us cold and waste heat or he just doesn’t care is yet to be determined.

The slamming doors

Holy Moses Malone do my high school students delight in slamming doors as harshly as possible. The doors clang and slam at double intervals every hour: Once to signal the end of one class and once more to signal the end of the 10 minute passing time and the beginning of another class. Much of the time, they make as much noise as possible so they can squeeze all the drama they can from their over scheduled lives. Those 10 minutes between classes provide endless delights for the petty and dramatic as well as recurring assaults on the ears of yours truly. How the doors stay intact is a miracle of engineering. Why nobody’s told them to frakkin’ stop it already, well, who knows.

Oh well. I’ll have a respite from this nonsense soon enough, for Lady Buckeye and I will be flying out to Vietnam come the morrow. Rock on and stay tuned for more.

Gluttony + selfies + Internet addiction + self-obsession + attention whoring: Broadcasting videos of yourself eating mounds of food. This is the logical next step beyond Instagram, instant messaging and Man Vs Food; and it’s sickening . And interestingly enough, it isn’t just men doing it: A cute-for-today young woman calling herself The Diva has gotten on on this, and I can only thank feminism for doing so. Thanks.

This was saved on my iPad over a year ago. It’s a concise summarization of much of the ‘Sphere from a page I can’t remember. If anyone out there knows the original page, add a link to it in the comments section. I’ll comment further later on.

Women want options when their value is high, commitment when it is lower.
They want hookups when they want them, commitment when they don’t.
They want sex when they want it, resources when they don’t.
They want bad boys when they want them, betas when they don’t.

The thing is, that they expect all of this, while men are expected to have no options about value/commitment, sex to only occur on a woman’s terms, and no sex, commitment, and be stripped of their resources when they are withheld.